Strip, pause. Strip, pause. Strip, pause. Repeat. At least half of my shooting head is inside the guides. I stop stripping, thinking, “what to do next?” “Where to cast next?”
Pause, pause, pause – Yank! Big head shake. Strong fish. An awe-inspiring, crushing take. Could well be the last day of my season this year. A big chrome buck, released upriver, safe from the seals.